"Happy new year" feels inadequate to the task. It fails to meet the moment. I don't wish you happenstance happiness. I wish you the spite and fortitude to seize it when it's in reach.
In 2025, survive. Thrive if you can. And leave the bastards at the bottom of the grave they dug for you.
Get outta here, 2024. Got no use for you anymore.
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